Morning adventures in the Library

On this Thursday Morning I have already been to the library and discovered a journal called Seven. It is an entire journal devoted to seven authors, MacDonald, Lewis, Tolkien, Chesterton, Williams, Sayers and Barfield. It tipped my day on to the good side. I was not sure what side I would land on...I was feeling that pull to the other world, and the tension between this. By 8:30 I was almost convinced I should join a monastery.
So I sat and read about labyrinths. Unsatisfied I began exploring the journals and came across one randomly called "Seven." Then I looked up C. Williams, and found we had a collection. I can begin to be introduced to him. Then I was distracted by MacDonald's biography.
He found a library too, and it was there he discovered the German romantics. Apparently he was not an avid reader (!). He would walk around the library and familiarize himself with the tittles and dive into a small selection of poetry where he perceived truth. He was drawn to the cover of books, calling them a sacrament, "outward signs of inward graces".

The pull is everywhere, in everything. It is only felt when I am tied down, like I am now, to space and people. The moment I up root there is too much distraction to hear it. Yet, this pull demands that one leave. Dang these imortal souls.